[The feed goes quiet for a moment or two. She could lose her temper again over it-- snap and pitch a fit about not getting a much needed hand the way she did before-- but it's not as if he hasn't got a fair point about the means, and it's not as if she has any right to demand that he go about dirtying his hands for their sake. So Chloe doesn't. Waits a few breaths more before saying, sincerely:]
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Good luck, Saul. I mean that.